Novel & Cerita The God Is Not Willing

The first shook his head slightly. “What if people are right?” “They’re not.” “How do you know?” “Because I’m here,” he said softly. “Because you’re here. Because this is real.” Aurelian watched. “You ever think,” the first continued, “that maybe we’re the ones who are wrong? That maybe there’s a reason people say it’s not allowed?” The second stepped closer. “Not allowed by who?” A pause. “…by God.” The word lingered. Aurelian did not move.

Jennifer said shaking her head "Yea,but the sad thing is that everybody isn't going to accept this truth or believe in it" "Why?" Jennifer asked. "It's plain and simple of what the bible says" "Most people rather believe in men instead of their own God. Many are called but few are chosen" "Many are called but few are chosen. What scripture is that?" Jennifer asked "Matthew chapter twenty two and verse fourteen" Sophia replied "How do you know if you're chosen to be into this truth?" Jennifer asked

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

Patience is what gods lack. I will not rise as a god. I will rise as consequence. And when they face me again, it will not be as a singular threat they can align against— —but as a thousand choices made by others. Each one reasonable. Each one defensible. Each one feeding me without ever speaking my name. They denied inevitability. Very well. I will teach them what inevitability looks like— when it learns.

Soul damage is tricky as the old man will not get rid of the hurt anytime soon. "Thank you for the help Zenking god but I would politely decline the offer. I don't think a pet god is such a good occupation of tutor in," the old man resisted the Zenking god's hospitality. "It's not like you have a choice pathetic god since I'm not taking no for an answer," the fat god said and as he was about to chant and implement slave art unto the old grandfather, the void ream suddenly trembled. That would be absurd since how can a realm shake?

“Why not let them handle it? You’re gods. If other gods are involved, doesn’t it make sense to fight power with power?” Kane let out a breath slowly, clearly reigning in his emotions. I knew that look meant he was counting, focusing, and grounding himself. I turned to Amara and offered her a small smile. “Sweetheart, I know it sounds simple. But we can’t just go around fixing things because we have power. One of our biggest laws is to never interfere with free will.” Nathan leaned forward, never one to let a moment pass without challenging it. “Wait… why do you think other gods are involved, Amara?”

Greg attacked. “Don't be so harsh, he was just kidding,” Nikita muttered in understanding. “Holy fucking Molly, did you, Nikki, just take my side? Don't mind Greg, he's just jealous I'm the godfather,” Scott grins. “Why are you both arguing over it?” I struggled to say. “Babies could have more than one godfather.” Greg shook his head, “Why should I co-godfather with this moron? The baby is mine! Mine!”

Elika watched as the silence stretched out, her own anger boiling just below the surface as she willed her frame to heal with haste, wanting nothing more than to help the goddess who had attempted to uphold the honour in a dishonourable world. The goddess hastily snapped her head back towards the king of hell, her tone snarling with a sharp edge that Elika had not witnessed before; her frame strong and confident. “Yes, I may be your wife, but I am neither your servant nor slave and you will not treat me as one. And as your wife it is my job to council you on the decisions that you make and I am informing you that this is a bad decision. The child will crush you.”

“I know. That’s why you let the temperature rise here. But it will be your loss if you do nothing.” “Did you become their dog? You are following their orders now,” the god said to him. “No. I am just doing what I must. I’ve regained the seat that was meant for me.” “Good for you then. But I will still stay here in this penthouse. Let the commoners suffer.” “Even if you know what the cause is?” He looked at the god. “You already know?” “I have not proven it yet. But I am sure I am not wrong since I encountered a possessed man on our way here.”

"I'm a man of god! They'd never humiliate me! No… And when I die, I'll become more powerful than you could ever imagine! When that happens, you just have to wait for your doom!" "Sure." Frank shrugged. "But in that case, why aren't your gods coming to help you? If they are omnipotent, surely they'd just have to bestow you strength to defeat me. Go on, explain that as best as you can!" Adonis was stumped. Either there were no gods, and his death was permanent… Or that there were, but they were not on his side. How was Adonis supposed to accept that? "Just give me a chance," he started begging again. "I will—"